"All right you posers, here's what will happen. The boys will be paired with boys, and girls with girls. And no, this is not because I think girls are weaker than boys, or that boys will not fight will all their might against them. No, it's because i do not want any shenanigans to happen. I know how much you boy's want to leer at that thin waist, those perfect thighs, and those silky, smooth hair. The last time it happened, it was a complete disaster, it lead to the dismissal of two teachers and five students. Now, anymore questions anybody, hmm?" A deep voice is heard uttering warnings to a class full of students in combat uniform.
A tall, swarthy figure is seen, towering over everyone, at a height of 2 m. Dark blue skin can be clearly seen protruding from a barely ripped shirt, clearly revealing the solid bullet like figure. Arms, thick as oak, crosses each other, only to be held together with great tension in his chest.
Thick horns can be seen growing out of his forehead, growing to a meager height of 20 cm. Sharp as blade teeth gleaned from his face, with nose being similar to a squashed-up button. Combined together, a fearsome visage of a battle veteran is produced. It also did not help that he was part of an elite military unit, the Helldivers, which were known for their harsh discipline, but even harsher survival rate. This is the coach, Mr. Kameshiro of the blue Oni race.
The class keeps quiet, but after a couple of minutes, a slight, jerky hand lifts itself up. A werelion gingerly asks " But sir, aren't you also leering at them?" Quiet laughter can be heard, which immediately shut itself up as soon as everyone saw the coach's face.
The blue face can be seen going red, with teeth being gnashed clearly and very audibly. Rage can be seen on his face, but mixed in it, embarrassment also floated beneath the surface. With a curt cough, he steered away the conversation, " Now, we will be doing a trial combat, as an example on how this activity will be done. You there, lion boy, come here with the ogre from row 10, line 5."
The werelion shuddered, before walking forlornly to the stage, knowing that it will be his execution there. A 1.8m ogre is seen walking to the stage, grinning from ear to ear, looking pleased. The werelion looks at his opponent, prsys one last time, and begins the mock battle.
To say that it was a beatdown was an understatement. The werelion did not even last one second on the stage before being turned into a rag doll, being flung from side to side, just like the scene from a super hero movie where the villain was turned into a propeller for pissing of the protagonist. At the end, the werelion was also turned into a propeller, swung until he could not even keep his food down anymore, and barged like a very glitchy sprinkler.
"All right, that's enough. Let the poor sod down, we don't need anymore of this sad scene of a drama, just put the poor boy out of his misery. Now, everyone, get into your groups, and start the battle!" With a dramatic finish, the coach side-stepped out of the arena, and let the students practise with their chosen opponent.
Jake stood at his respective stage, and waited for his opponent. A loud thump was heard, and what he saw made him gulp in fear. A large, dark shadow is seen coming g into the stage.
It was a demon.
To be more specific, a balrog imp, though small and much weaker than their ancestors, still packed a heavy punch. Though panicking, Jake just comforted himself with some lame motivational sayings, before starting the match.
A straight punch in his gut nearly knocked him out.